Sunday, April 16, 2017
fables, body organs, and Mother Goose
When I was a kid, I had several story albums. Remember those? Vinyl records included with illustrated books?
They were fables, and the one I remember the most - the one I listened to over and over - was "The Grasshopper and the Ant".
I'm not sure why that particular fable engrossed me, but I vividly remember the illustrations. Especially the one at the end of the story, where the business-like ant takes in the frivolous, near-death grasshopper.
That miserable grasshopper, sitting there sipping on soup while soaking his frozen feet in a tub of warm water as the ant places a warm blanket around him. It stuck with me. Forget the tortoise and the hare, I didn't want to ever be that grasshopper!
Am I so darn practical because of that story, or did I like that story because I'm so darn practical?
Whatevs. This week's prompt at Illustration Friday is "Fable", so thanks for that walk down memory lane.
Happy Easter, to those who celebrate! And happy Sunday, everyone else! We haven't been church-going folk for a while, and don't have any special plans for today. Yesterday, I helped Meego complete his taxes, so there's that.
This past week, we went to the end-of-season potluck thing for the winter guard and winter percussion programs. The coaches gave out a few awards, and Meego won an award for "Best Attitude", which in my HUMBLE opinion is the most bestest award. Attitude is everything, right?
Funny thing, they actually mispelled Meego's name on the plaque. Surprisingly, they spelled his often mispelled last name correctly, but typoed the first name. Transpose a couple of letters on Meego's real first name, and you end up with a bodily organ, and that's what the plaque says. Meego had a good laugh with it (attitude...), and actually, there are certainly worse bodily organs to be referred by.
Magnum and I took a walk to the post office yesterday. The post office makes a nice walk destination because there's a lovely pond along the way.
Sure enough, we got to the post office to find a section of the sidewalk taped off:
See "Mother Goose"? The baby daddy was out near the parking lot, securing the perimeter.
I'm thinking that these geese aren't the sharpest nest builders when it comes to location, location, location, but they seem to be getting it done.
There's probably a fable there.